I am Bhopal's rogue, a true wild heart,
My words are few, but curses play their part.
Don't seek a fight unless your spirit's bold,
For when it breaks, no tales can then be told.
Dressed to the nines, a new feast I crave,
My rooftop's graced with a helicopter's wave.
From Delhi's sprawl to London's distant shore,
My mark, my brand, forevermore.
Whether Delhi's maiden or Mumbai's gleam,
All crave a glimpse, a fleeting, whispered dream.
I am the chalice, I empty no purse,
And if I do, the consequences converse.
We are everywhere, a presence profound,
Our actions, our own, no borrowed ground.
The world's in awe, the rest are just a trace,
My words are truth, and courage fills this space.
I am Bhopal's rogue, a true wild heart,
My words are few, but curses play their part.
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